Chapter 3315

Mo Lin continued to say politely. Such politeness is always a little bad. Those who can become the initial characters and have lived for so long, who are cleaner than who, and their hands are more or less stained with countless blood: "it's strange, a child. Well... It's not right. There seems to be no normal people in the initial characters."

When approaching the box, the beautiful man in ancient costume slowly shook the folding fan, raised his white chin, and pointed to a position, "look."

Ranbai listens to him and looks in the direction of Mo Lin's words. She can see that the child surrounded by several people who should be taskers is a boy. He doesn't look very big. He is twelve or thirteen years old at most.

Dressed in a gorgeous retro suit of the central European century, black, introverted, deep and exquisite, very formal and rigorous, the boy also has a serious temperament of youth and maturity.

Soft black hair, eyelash essence, red lips and white teeth, like a carefree young master of Central European nobles.

At the moment, he is surrounded by the task force, rubbing his white and tender cheeks, leaving obvious red marks on his delicate skin, which is a little pathetic.

"That's 005." Mo Lin said, "005 and 006 are brothers and sisters. They've been here for a long time."

Dyed white only took back her eyes. She was not very interested. She said briefly: "it's rare."

The stranger nodded approvingly.

Few mission personnel survived in the Tiandao Administration Bureau, and fewer became initial mission personnel. They were biological brothers and sisters, and the serial numbers were before and after.

The only couple.

He thought about it a little and said in a half joking tone: "don't look at these two brothers and sisters. In fact, they are more cruel than anyone... Well, they have killed the Tasker through loopholes in system rules."

When Mo Lin was talking, the little boy surrounded in the middle seemed to notice something. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction here. He just saw ran Bai and Mo Lin. after a slight pause, he nodded politely to them, rigorous and precious, but there was a contrast because he was too young and white, tender and soft.

"003?" one of them leaned against the table and looked up with a lazy breath all over him. He looked lazy as if his bones were gone. His tone was dissolute and joked: "rare guest ~"

It is not a short time for the host to become the initial Tasker, but it seems that he has never been here except for the first time.

He's also heard of things that matter.

I little interesting.

Qing Jiu

The boy looked at the figure of a stranger in red, bent his eyes, the snow-white tiger teeth sticking out of his lips, revealing a small pick tip, a little lazy and harmless, "meet me, I'm 008 ~"

Ran Bai glanced at him coldly and said calmly without emotion, "since you know who I am, I won't introduce it."

"My sister is a little cold ~" the boy smiled and finally grew a bone. He got up from the chair and blinked his long eyelashes. "Mo Lin, please introduce my life story to my sister." he smiled very pure, but contradictory demon: "how can those who are the same as the initial task not understand well."

Mo Lin said impolitely, "didn't you open your mouth?"

"I'm not tired ~"

This point is quite agreed: "you are not tired every 365 days a year."

"Shiyan. Scum." Mo Lin hit the nail on the head and spit out four words unambiguously, which can't be more accurate.

The saying goes: "

"Molin, I'm still alive. I'm not dead." the young man whispered. When the voice line was low, it looked waxy, but when he hooked his lips, he had his own wandering and seductive wanderings: "don't listen to him, sister ~"

"If I'm a scum, I'm a scum ~"

Dyed white stood there coldly, like melting the cold of winter. When she bited, she thought about it and was indifferent: "a natural couple?"

Shi Yan was a little stunned and supported his white and exquisite side face. "Can my sister still joke?"

Molin has a saying that's right.

There are no normal people in the initial task.

At least none of the people who ran Bai saw was normal.

And this so-called internal gathering, that is, all kinds of things are completely out of tune.

Initial taskers introduce each other.

Basically, only the number, not the name.

"This Tasker is from generation to generation. It's uncertain which day the initial Tasker will change." Molin said with a casual smile: "the name is just a proxy. It's enough to know the initial system number. Why do you need to know so much useless information. Isn't it worth remembering when people die? If you can really last long, someone will know the name even if you don't say it."

He spoke casually and smiled coldly.

Maybe the taskers didn't mean it.

Dyed white didn't care whether it was the name or the number. It was just a cold sound. The slender and pale fingers poured a cup of tea, sipped it gently, didn't suit their taste, and put it down again.

"Elimination task?"

"Yes ~"

"Gee, I'm going to die again."

"That's interesting. Isn't that the latest thing? At that time, the task candidates will be selected randomly. It's not easy to be selected at the beginning?"

"Also. It has existed for too long, and the system has to find a chance to clean it up."

The latest elimination task has become a topic of discussion among the initial taskers.

Ran Bai didn't have that interest. Her fingertips revolved around the edge of the tea cup.

At this time.

Ran Bai is suddenly pushed over with a cup of tea.

The hand pushing the tea cup is too pale and translucent.

Dye Bai holds her chin and looks over.

The cold girl in black is facing her line of sight, a pair of blue eyes, cold less beautiful, more empty silence.

It's a ghost.

Dyed white gently lifted up her red thin lips, smiled evil and cold, held the cup of tea in front of Guiying, shook it gently, then slowly handed it to her lips and took a sip.

Imported tea.

It's her favorite flavor.

"Thank you." ranbai puts down his tea cup and looks at Guiying with an unidentified look. He says two words calmly without any fluctuation.

Guiying always said little and spared words like gold. At the moment, she was silent and spoke stiffly. The tone was as cold as snow: "you're welcome."

Look at the first time she put down her tea cup.

Guiying felt that she would like another taste.

The intuition that the sword moves sideways.

Sure.

Yu Yao: "

Seal off: "..."

no

Last time I almost killed myself by waving a sword. This time I said thank you. You're welcome???

Is the world mysterious or is there something wrong with their memory?

They can't be mistaken.

So there must be something wrong with the world.

Well, yes, nothing wrong.

At this point, fengluo and Yuyao's ideas are surprisingly consistent.

After leaving fantasy city.

Normally, it's time for the next task, but Feng Luo is very guilty when he thinks of the lottery he just drew.

He hesitated and said, "dear... Host. That, that, you see..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"OK!" the seal was immediately dyed white and began to transmit.